All Chapters of unmasked desire : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elias woke with the strange certainty that something in him had shifted permanently. The ceiling above his bed looked the same, soft morning light filtering through the curtains, the familiar lines and shadows unchanged but he wasn’t. His chest felt open, as if a locked door had been cracked and left that way overnight. He lay still for a long moment, one hand resting over his heart, breathing slowly, letting memory settle instead of overwhelm him. The kiss came back to him not as a scene but as a sensation. Warmth. Recognition. The way his body had known before his mind ever could. There had been no face, no name, no proof—but there had been truth. Real, solid, undeniable. For the first time in years, Elias smiled without thinking. He showered longer than usual, letting the water run over his shoulders, replaying the sound of that unguarded voice in his head. I see you. The words had threaded themselves into him, stitched something closed that he hadn’t realized was still bleedi

Elias decided he was wrong.Not tentatively. Not with hesitation. He decided it with the kind of force people use when they need something to be true in order to survive.He woke up one morning and told himself, This ends here. Whatever pattern his mind had been tracing, whatever terrifying shape had begun to emerge from scattered details it was a lie. A projection. A symptom of stress and desire colliding in unfortunate ways.He repeated it while brushing his teeth.Repeated it while dressing.Repeated it while passing Alexander in the hallway without looking too closely at his face.You are not special, he told himself. You are not the center of some twisted secret. You are imagining connections because you want meaning.That explanation was cleaner. Safer.The alternative would destroy too much.For a while, denial worked at least on the surface. Elias went through the motions of his days with practiced efficiency. He answered messages. He showed up to obligations. He smiled when s

The house had never felt so large.Elias noticed it first in the morning, the way sound seemed to vanish into the high ceilings, the way footsteps echoed too loudly and then disappeared. Even the light felt distant, filtered through glass and space and things left unsaid.He woke early, long before his alarm, his body tense with a restless energy he couldn’t explain to anyone not even himself. His phone lay untouched on the bedside table. No messages. No missed calls. No answers waiting for him there.Sunday was tomorrow.The thought lodged in his chest like a held breath.He moved through his morning routine on autopilot. Shower. Dress. Coffee he barely tasted. His reflection in the bathroom mirror looked sharper somehow eyes too alert, shoulders drawn tight, as if bracing for impact.Every instinct told him to avoid Alexander.Not because Elias knew anything for certain—he still didn’t but because proximity felt dangerous now. Like standing too close to a door that was already crack

Alexander had always believed control was his greatest strength.It was how he survived the world he’d been born into how he endured expectation, resentment, and the constant, grinding pressure of being someone others defined before he ever had the chance to define himself. Control meant order. Distance. Safety.It meant never being seen unless he allowed it.Tonight, control felt like a coward’s shield.He stood in the private suite, the mask heavier than it had ever been, breathing slow and deliberate as if steadiness alone could hold the truth in place. Across from him, Elias sat perfectly still, hands folded, posture too careful. Not submissive. Not relaxed.Resolved.That was the most terrifying thing of all.Alexander could end this now.The option sat there, stark and tempting. He could step back into authority say the words that would shut this down cleanly. He could cite policy, boundaries, anonymity. He could protect Elias by pushing him away and protect himself by sealing t

Elias didn’t remember deciding to turn back.One moment he was in the corridor, breath ragged, heart hammering so violently it felt like it might split him open. The next, he was spinning around, shoving the door back open with enough force that it slammed against the wall.Alexander looked up.The expression on his face surprise, fear, something dangerously close to hope was enough to ignite the fire already raging in Elias’s chest.“How long?” Elias demanded.His voice didn’t sound like his own. It was too loud, too sharp, vibrating with a fury that made his hands shake. “How long have you known it was me?”Alexander straightened slowly, as if bracing himself. “From the first night.”The words landed like a punch.Elias laughed, a short, broken sound. “No,” he said, shaking his head violently. “No. Don’t say it like that. Don’t say it so calmly, like it’s not the most fucked-up thing you could possibly admit.”Alexander didn’t interrupt. He didn’t soften it. He let the truth stand n